Joey suddenly realized he was awake. His first thought was how his precious Fluffy wouldn’t be at the foot of his bed because Fluffy was no more. Every morning since the accident he had awakened with a lump in his throat. Only it was still dark out.
He was ready to go back to sleep when he heard it again. It sure sounded like fluffy below his window.
“But ... Fluffy’s dead,” he said to himself.
He tried to put his pillow over his head but he couldn’t completely muffle the sound. He knew his cat. He knew that was his cat. He couldn’t ignore her plantive plea to be let in to sleep in her spot.
Sure that he was making a mistake, but even more sure that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, he made his way thorugh the darkness to the kitchen door. He opened it and looked out into the night. “Fluffy?” he asked hesitantly. He could only see a dark shape with two brightly glowing eyes.
Just as he noticed the eyes were glowing red, not white, the ball of black and white fur launched itself at his face.
I hate when that happens.
My Fluffy is blonde and white, and still purring.